Had to Post

I'm sure I won't blog every day, but these two articles demanded posting.

Russian to their fate

And this potentially dreadful news about our cousins:

Experts say coronavirus could wipe out humanity’s closest living relatives - The Washington Post


I'm trying to remember what I used to think about before The Virus, and its actually pretty hard. I did waste a lot of capacity thinking about sports, which doesn't seem that interesting now. But I am still obsessed with this idea: how cool would it be if the NBA formed teams by specific themes? I love this idea. Here are my examples:

The all "American white guy" team
The all lefty team
The all two last names team
The all bricklayer team (the 12 guys with the lowest shooting percentage)
The all geriatric team (have to be over 35)
The all "ic" team, players whose names end in ic
The all dime team, players who average more assists than points
The all floor team, players who can't jump. Of course this team would have to fight for players with the white guy team
The all trash talker team
The all technical foul team

Any other ideas on this would be appreciated


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